Softly, every so softly there it is
on the window pane.
First one, then another in quiet
beats.
They are in constant
succession
not to wain.
It is promising future feats.
Only if you listen to the
guidance of
the snowflake.
Time is walking fast away
from you.
Rise up out of nestled sleep
to wake.
Your day is fresh and new.
Each unique one has its own
letter of sage.
Whithin lies a pathway to
hope.
Success is it's powerful wage.
The new sunrises of the future
horizons have not
one nope.
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Listen to the snowflake...magnificent!